After Millea changed his clothes, she quietly looked at Julian, who had left his hair to the maid.
Unlike usual, he was trimming his bangs to reveal a bit of his handsome forehead.
The maid was skilled.
Julian looked around with a hand mirror, seeming pleased with his neatly groomed hair.
Millea was happy.
Looking at him like that, he seemed like an ordinary young man of that age.
Sometimes, we try to look good in front of the person we like, and other times, we look in the mirror and are satisfied with our young and beautiful appearance.
It seemed a hundred or a thousand times better than being cooped up in a place and wasting time under the shadow of death.
A neatly dressed Julian checked his clothes in front of the bedroom door.
Bridget was waiting in the living room.
"Isn't it strange?"
Julian asked, seeming awkward about his appearance. This was already the third time he had asked me this question...
Although he's dressed up quite often, It was hia first time dressing up to go out with a woman.
"Not at all."
"I told you it wasn't a date or anything, so don't be weird."
The tips of his ears were slightly red as he murmured.
"Let's go, Your Majesty."
Millea pushed him on the back.
Only then did Julian leave the bedroom.
Bridget, who had been waiting on the living room sofa, opened her eyes wide when she saw Julian.
Julian avoided her gaze and coughed.
"Millea misunderstood. She thought we were going out to play."
"Awesome."
Bridget couldn't take her eyes off Julian.
"It's awesome. Really."
Even if you just leave it alone, It looks twice or three times better when you decorate it.
Since he was going to the port rather than a banquet, he dressed up like an ordinary gentleman, which created a rather unique atmosphere.
Julian smirked, not disliking the sparkle in Bridget's eyes.
"Let's go."
The voice was more confident than before.
He took Bridget's hand and went out to the front door.
The maids passing by bowed their heads when they saw the two.
As they grew some distance apart, they exchanged glances and started to chatter.
"Did you see it?"
"It is the first time I have seen Hiw Majesty smile."
"I guess he laughs like that in front of Mrs. Winston."
"Has he changed a bit lately?"
The change in Julian was noticed by the maids faster than anyone else.
It wasn't just the appearance that changed today.
His cold, icy expression and nervous behavior changed after Bridget arrived.
The maids, who had initially viewed Bridget negatively, noticed a change and began watching the two with curiosity.
Leaving the maids admiring gazes behind them, Bridget and Julian boarded the carriage.
Bridget felt a little sorry when she saw Julian's neatly styled hair.
"It's a shame that the place we're going isn't a nice place."
"Don't worry about it."
"Let's go on a picnic to a nice place next time. When spring is in full swing and flowers are in bloom."
Julian sat down next to her and looked at Bridget, who smiled and promised to meet him again.
A smile formed.
Next. Sweet words.
Fortunately, he still seemed to have that much time.
Then Bridget looked closely at Julian and pointed to his handkerchief with delight.
"It's green. Just like me. Look."
Bridget pointed to the hem of her dress.
"It seems to fit perfectly."
She quickly discovered every little thing that Julian had in common with her.
"Cufflinks too! I guess we got along. Right?"
Then she smiled beautifully.
Julian absentmindedly took the face in his mind.
He hopes that when he dies, he can remember this.
The maid was right...
"It's the little details like this that make it feel a little more special."
It was just the same color, but these little details made Bridget smile.
It was nice to see her happy in small ways.
But why do sad thoughts follow happiness?
It suddenly rose to the surface.
It was a lump of questions that he wanted to bury in his heart and forget.
You smiled brighter at trivial things like hairpins and cufflinks of the same color than when I gave you valuables worth a thousand dollars. What kind of face did you have when you sold me out for Josephine's bribe?
Is this face right now the truth, or is this face from that day that I don't know the truth?
It was like pouring cold water on his head at a very good time.
The past is nothing, he will become a God and embrace her, that is the story he promised himself and buried, but Julian was not a God.
What was buried in his heart was not something he threw away, but something he kept.
It brought back memories of the betrayal that had been haunting him, haunting him without him knowing.
The wounds that had never healed were covered in festering fluids and rotting from the inside.
"Julian?"
Bridget glanced at him.
She senses magi.
The body that already attracted magi energy seemed to immediately attract magi energy if it could not control even the slightest negative emotion.
Bridget was always keenly aware of Julian's emotions.
Faster than Julian himself, who couldn't even see the magi.
Julian found that unfair.
"Think differently."
"What am I thinking...."
"I don't know."
A look of anxiety crossed Bridget's face.
What were you thinking that made Magi shake like this?
Bridget guessed Intuitively that it was because of the unpleasant past between the two.
There was silence for a moment.
Neither the person who committed the crime nor the person who said he would embrace it could bring up the story.
"Would you like me to purify your magi?"
That was the greatest courage Bridget could muster at the moment.
She put her hands on Julian's body.
But Julian grabbed her hand.
"Not now."
"Why?"
He reflexively stopped her because of the surprise attack yesterday, and when he looked back, her lips were right next to him.
A question suddenly occurred to him.
Yeah, why not?
He remembered the thirst that had barely been quenched at dawn.
The body reacted.
Desire can push away any memory of the past.
Even if it's only for a little while, it'll be very effective.
If it's okay for him to go back to the bedroom instead of the harbor, then he guesses it's okay. He wants that kiss her.
He pulled the hand he was holding into his arms.
Bridget, who was sitting on Julian's Iap, blinked in surprise, then swallowed dryly as she realized his heat.
Suddenly?
Bridget was confused, not knowing how Julian felt about her power.
She missed the timing to refuse.
Julian's breath could be felt nearby.
But the moment their lips were about to touch.
"Bring out the witch who has possessed the King!"
"Hand over that evil woman!"
"Death to Bridget Winston!"
The carriage passed through the main gate and into the square in front of the palace.
There were still protests raging against the King's inauguration of the government.
Before the King could even have a successor, he was criticizing the government for bringing in a woman with a scandalous reputation.
It has been a long time since carriages entering and leaving the palace had their windows covered to avoid being hit by unnecessary sparks.
The carriage carrying Julian and Bridget also had its windows covered with curtains.
So he blocked their gaze, but he couldn't block their voices.
The sticky atmosphere flowing between the two suddenly cooled down.
Bridget smiled awkwardly and got down from Julian's lap.
"Sorry. I think I need to go to the port now, so I'll clean it up later."
"..."
Julian didn't say much.
Instead, he took Bridget's hand.
Outside the window, cries continued to ring out for Bridget to be kicked out.
Strength entered his hands.
Bridget patted the back of his hand with her other hand.
"There are always protests like this. This square was opened during the reign of Tyrian III to listen to the people's voices, so they have the right."
"Who is comforting whom?"
"I'm fine. I did this on my own."
Julian said nothing.
That doesn't mean he agrees with it.
Humans formed groups to desire the death of other humans.
There was no way that the public's cry for death would be okay.
Rather than expose her lies, Julian chose to hold her hand until the sounds of protest died down.
Great power, inescapable death.
Julian, who used them as a weapon and a shield respectively, had nothing to fear in the world.
But there was something that rendered even that helpless.
The people.
A King cannot defeat the people, because a King without people cannot exist.
He was numb when he heard the words criticizing him, but the words trying to destroy the woman he loved were chilling.
For the first time since ascending the throne, Julian felt helpless.
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